I met her at the Civic. I'd been Holden up the bar all night and as she walked
in I looked her Rover. I thought she seemed Familia but that was a Mirage. She
came up to me of her own Accord.
"Audi," I said in greeting.
She said she thought I was Galant. I lied to her and told her I was an
Executive. She was quite a Starlet, wearing a nice Mini, but not like that
(Rachel) Hunter.
Her name was Sylvia and she was a real Trooper. I'd drunk a few Corona's when
I tried to Impreza.
She told me not to Porsche it. I told her I wanted to Lancer but it turns out
she was an Escort, so by her standards I wasn't being that Ford.
I didn't want to pay and she said, "You don't know what your Nissan."
So I took her back to my place, or HQ as I like to call it. I had a Bighorn
and of course, I was an absolute Legend. Later, when there was a Prelude, I
went to see if there was any food left in the Lada. It was a great night, but
I really should have worn a condom because, you see, I left her with my Legacy
- a little Bambina.